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So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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ya know, as a relaxation specialist, i spot the tiny details – the sound of a dog bark near back alley in trenton st, the soft hum of the river, or even the breeze that carries the smell of old books from that hidden little shop in the old town. every crumb speaks the magic of life! i dunno, it’s like "the cosmos in a grain of sand." wow, right?

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